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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 15:59:08 GMT -5
But there’s one factor which Starkweather can’t control; the influence of the Senatorial connection. Both Freeman and Rattlesnake are primarily concerned with their own progress, but with every elimination being hard-fought, time is starting to tell – they need to make the numbers game work for them. Stark senses Snake and Freeman moving in; he is able to counter the lightweight Freeman’s attack and lift him on to the ropes to set up the Relapse, but Snake is then in position to drop a knee to Stark’s throat before he can rise fully.
Maxwell McNally: Freeman was the decoy there, by the looks of things.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Yeah, Freeman’s one tough kid, and it looks like it’s really paying off for the other two Senatorialites.
Starkweather’s lack of fear and tolerance to pain can overcome many obstacles –but hemmed in by Snake and Scott, he’s forced to operate at full tilt to hold his own, and even his energy only lasts so long. Freeman recovers to rejoin the fray, and after around 45 seconds of furious fighting Starkweather finally succumbs as all three men literally bundle him over the ropes and out of the ring, shoving him off the apron to the outside.
Philip:Alexander Starkweather has been eliminated!
The Senatorial members are pleased with their success, and they taunt Stark as he picks himself up and dusts himself off. Starkweather merely gives them an enigmatic look, and walks away as if he has somewhere better to be anyway…
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Jeez… that guy gives me the creeps, Max.
Maxwell McNally: Not everyone is a borderline raving lunatic like you, Eddie.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: ………eh? I don’t care, he’s one cold individual. Let’s get back to where the heat is…
Seventeen down, thirteen to go; no one seems to want to take on the Senatorial group right away, so Snake, Scott and Freeman are able to take a quick rest. Scott, though, can’t bear to be still for long; his personal mission to prove himself remains as strong as ever, and the crowd is now starting to respond a little more favourably in recognition of his all-out efforts. Scott goes after Thunderkiss, who has just taken a big hit from AK (presumably in return for the car-destruction cockup on Warfare); he’s blocked however by Brimstone, who is determined that no one but he shall have the pleasure of dismissing the thunder titan. Old wounds run deep in the rumble, and nowhere is this truer than in the scrap raging in one of the corners; Adrian Flamingo and Nick Durden are using everything bar the kitchen sink in their quest to eliminate one another. Flamingo gets close with a mighty lariat, but Nick manages to stay on the right side of the ropes, and hits back with the Irish Screwdriver (Reverse DDT to Neckbreaker Slam). Flamingo is dizzy as he gets up, and Nick’s fiery nature goads him to attempt a spectacular leaping dropkick. He backs up all the way across the ring and rushes forward…only to find, to his horror, that Flamingo drops to a seated position and pulls the top rope right down so that Nick sails clean over it, with no chance of arresting his flight. He lands safely on the outside, but that’s scant consolation.
Philip:Nick Durden has been eliminated.
Flamingo gives Durden a wave before strutting a little, making some of the female fans in the front scream. Nick rolls his eyes, and leaves Flamingo to it; he’s pretty sure that the astonishing one will find himself on the wrong side of the ropes too before very long. He sees out of the corner of his eye that Flamingo is already under pressure from Ricky Falco, who has been carefully selecting his battles, and chuckles a little as the match rumbles on behind him.
The tide of the match ebbs and flows, with different people taking the spotlight at different times; with twelve people left in contention, the crowd is excited to see Jake Cheng gearing himself up and responding powerfully to a challenge from Jonny Spade. Jonny whips Jake into the corner and tries to trap him there, but Jake gets on the second rope and the additional height lets him pound Jonny in the head until the Wyldcard member is forced to fall back. With Jake still on the turnbuckle, Thunderkiss fancies his chances of another elimination; he smacks Jake with a couple of staggering blows, but Jake grabs the top rope, scissors Kiss around the neck and whirls himself around as hard as he can, taking Kiss off balance and throwing the big man to the mat. Jake leaps up and goes after Jonny again; Jonny is breathing hard as the efforts of the match catch up to him, and Gooey gallantly blocks Jake’s path, going head to head with the Trinity.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: This one’s for keeps, someone’s going out here-
Gooey and Jake swap blows close to the ropes; Gooey moves right in on Jake and applies a bearhug, trying to squeeze the air out of his opponent. But Jake struggles hard, and Gooey can’t hold on to him; Jonny tries to clothesline Jake as Gooey drops him, but Jake ducks and Jonny has to skid to a halt to prevent himself from hitting his partner. In the confusion, Jake is able to get behind Gooey, and he runs up and hits his running spinning leg lariat right to Gooey’s face as he turns around. Gooey is upended and crashes out of the match with a thud.
Philip:Gooeygarth has been eliminated!
Gooey groans, but gives Jonny the thumbs-up to show that he’s ok. Jonny returns this, and gets straight back into the match; something interesting is afoot…
A consensus has somehow arisen that a united Senatorial team means trouble for everyone else, and the crowd is on its feet as a situation develops with Scott, Freeman and Snake now all in the centre of the ring. The Senatorialites are bullish, but now the tactics they used so successfully earlier are turned against them and a major ruck breaks out. The crowd thrills as the threesome beat back waves of attacks, sending Edison’s excitement meter sky high.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: This is brilliant! It’s just like that film all the kids are into, with the 300 Sporrans!
McNally rolls his eyes.
Maxwell McNally: Spartans, Eddie. I guess… which one’s Xerxes, then?
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Brimstone, he’s the only trim bald one in there.
Maxwell McNally: …….Remind me to be nowhere near you when Brimstone watches the playback of this part, Eddie.
With people being flung around the ring at an alarming rate, one man maintains his distance; Ricky Falco keeps away, recuperating and smirking a little at the naivety of his competitors wearing each other out. He’s completely oblivious to the masked figure who emerges from the crowd behind him, and steps up on the apron; the crowd almost misses it in the chaos, too, and the mystery man slips through the ropes. Falco turns, and stares for a second, completely taken aback by what he sees-
Maxwell McNally: Wha…? Who on earth is that? This is Madness!
The masked figure says nothing, but brutally superkicks a stunned Falco, sending him plunging to the outside.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Who cares?! THIS IS A-C-W!!!
The masked individual disappears before the referees work out what’s happened; all they see is Falco on the outside, and it’s game over for him.
Philip:Ricky Falco has been eliminated!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 16:00:42 GMT -5
Falco can only wonder in increasing anger what has just transpired as he is escorted to the back. In the ring, the concentrated effort of the last few minutes has taken its toll, and the cohesion of the Senatorial group is starting to weaken. The crunch comes when Rattlesnake gets hold of Jonny Spade and delivers one of his famed jab combos; Jonny reels back, and Snake goes after him, eager for the elimination. Scott and Freeman are suddenly a man down, and are set upon by pretty much everyone else in the ring; Snake attempts to punch Jonny clean out of the ring, but Jonny finds a little extra and ducks so that as Snake’s fist sails past him, and Jonny is able to get underneath Snake and lift him up. The crowd goes wild as Jonny sacrifices a big chunk of energy to execute the Jonormous Slam – but it’s worth it in Jonny’s eyes, as he tosses Rattlesnake to the outside and claims a notorious scalp. Snake is absolutely livid, and his rage just makes the crowd cheer more as he is forced to stalk away to the back.
Philip:Rattlesnake has been eliminated!
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Rattlesnake has been eliminated, and we are now in the single digits!
Maxwell McNally: It surely looks as if this has affected the competitors…
The nine remaining contestants all stop temporarily, relatively surprised by Snake’s early elimination. They all look at each other, and the fans can see that there is a general division in the ring: AK, BK, Jake, and Jonny are all on the right side of the ring, whereas the five remaining, relatively new competitors are on the other side. The fans get on their feet as every person in the ring hits a fighting stance, and launches into a chaotic melee, dividing the old school competitors with the new school competitors.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: It’s a brawl, Max, a BRAWL!
Indeed it is, as the various wrestlers begin to exchange a series of strikes, before eventually letting loose signature move after signature move. BK is able to get in a vicious Shades of Michaels on Adrian Flamingo, but is then the victim of a well-delivered Heaven’s Door by Thunderkiss. AK is then able to hit the Mess of Man with a Shockwave, until falling victim to a Head Shot from Scott Andrews, who himself is knocked out from a Jakie Drop by the sneaky Jake Cheng. Brimstone suddenly flies in on his old nemesis and delivers the Black Death, but only seconds before he gets nailed with a Glory Driver from Freeman. The latter spins around to find himself face to face with Jonny Spade, who grabs him for the Silver Spade, but Freeman holds onto his head and nails him with a DDT, although still feeling the effects of the Silver Spade. The fans are on their feet cheering enthusiastically for this spot, while the commentators are simply orgasming in their chairs.
Maxwell McNally: OH MY GOD! EVERYONE is down after that tremendous and epic battle!
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Wait, Flamingo’s the first to get up!
Flamingo sees the opportunity before him, and looks around for the nearest person to eliminate, and said person happens to be Jake. Flamingo lifts up the latter and begins to force him over the top rope, until eventually BK comes in, pulls him off, and delivers a few well placed punches to his face before knocking him down with a spin kick to the chest. He and Jake exchange a brief nod before the audience shifts its eyes to Brimstone and Freeman, who have found themselves engaged in an incredibly energetic brawl.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Look at Freeman and Brimstone go!
Maxwell McNally: Clearly one of them is still feeling the effects of losing something very important to the other.
Brimstone is indeed quite vicious in his assault, as is evidenced by his incredibly stiff kicks and punches to Freeman’s midsection. Brimstone then throws Freeman up into the air and slams him down, and then runs across the ring and bounces off the ropes, and then charges at full speed at one of his many, many nemeses. Just at the moment, a relatively cocky Scott Andrews charges in from the corner and trips Brimstone before he can launch Freeman over the rope, and this causes him to fly over the top…
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Is Brimstone eliminated!?
…and grab the top rope on his way over, enough to keep his legs from hitting the bottom.
Maxwell McNally: No, he’s still in it!
Brimstone pulls himself up to the apron and ducks an attempted Head Shot from Scott, and directly after this the fans can see Freeman slowly get up to his feet. He sees Scott preparing for another Head Shot, and a survival instinct takes over, and so he grabs his stablemate and tips him forward, tripping him up from the kick. Brimstone steps out of the way, throws his right arm over Scott, making sure to grab his trunks from behind, and throws him over the top rope face first.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, Scott Andrews has been eliminated, and we are down to the Final Eight!
The in-ring competitors continue to fight, and an obviously awkward Freeman attempts to enter a random brawl so as to avoid the gaze of Scott, who clearly is upset by his elimination. But at this moment the audience rises once more and applauds him enthusiastically, and he chuckles slightly before heading up the ramp.
Maxwell McNally: A well-deserved show of accomplishment, Scott truly did put on an epic performance in the match.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: No time to croon, Maxwell, we’ve got seven more people to see eliminated!
Inside the ring, Freeman has found himself in a brawl with AK, clearly not exactly a position he’d like to be in. AK answers his discomfort with some well-placed kicks, and then an EMP to truly kill all signs of- well, there might be hope. She recoils slightly and rests in the corner, watching the action intently, which has split up into three general fights: BK versus Flamingo, Jonny versus Jake, and Thunderkiss versus Brimstone, the latter of which is once again more vicious than the others, as evidenced by the heavy bruises that appear on the faces of the two men after receiving strikes for their counterpart.
Maxwell McNally: I must say, Brimstone is truly one of the most vicious people to ever step into this contest.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Well he does have a history with virtually everyone in there, and I’ve never known him to be forgiving.
Jake and Jonny exchange a few strikes in the mean time, and then both men begin to shine after Jake throws out a Flash Kick to Jonny, who blocks it and throws out an out-of-nowhere Jonormous Slam, much to Jake’s surprise. Jonny lifts Jake up and attempts to throw him over, but Jake is able to hang on. At the same time, Thunderkiss blocks a Black Death from Brimstone, and then lifts him up high for the Heaven’s Door. Brimstone, however, is able to slide off and push him hard in the back, throwing him into Jonny. Jonny spins around, and the two men instantly begin to exchange a variety of strikes, giving Brimstone the opportunity to sit back in a corner, and giving Jake the opportunity to roll back into the ring.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: It’s so close, Max, I can’t take it! Someone has to go sooner or later!
Now the action switches over to BK and Flamingo, who are mid-fight when the audience chooses to pay attention to them. Flamingo knees BK in the gut and bounces off the ropes, but on the way back BK ducks and grabs Flamingo for London-Plex, and then throws him over, but without success, as Flamingo is able to use his momentum to flip back onto his feet. He spins around and slaps BK, and then locks in the Wet Dream behind him. Generally a submission is unintelligent in a battle royale, but Flamingo makes the most of it by pulling BK to the ropes, and then attempting to push him over while still in the hold. But BK’s determination is too much for Flamingo, and so BK slaps Flamingo’s head, and then launches his head back into Flamingo’s jaw.
Maxwell McNally: Flamingo was SO close to eliminating BK!
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Yes, but we all know that the Man of Many Nicknames won’t go out that easily.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 16:01:53 GMT -5
BK is able to push himself back into the ring, and he elevates the slightly dazed Flamingo into a powerbomb position just as Jake climbs onto the closest turnbuckle. BK and Jake exchange a knowing glance, and then Jake looks down cautiously at an approaching AK. AK glances at Jake, and then at Flamingo, and without another thought she gets next to Jake, and the result of this entire set-up and mass thinkathon is AK and Jake throwing themselves at Flamingo, and the three veterans manage to nail him with an earth-shattering Super Doomsday Shiranui!
”Fast” Eddie Edison: OH…MY…DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGEROOOOOOOOUUUUUUS!!!
Maxwell McNally: What a move by the veterans, how can Flamingo survive that!?
The answer, really, is simple: he can’t. He staggers up a few seconds after the move and rocks around, and AK, being the closest person to him, is the one who delivers him to the outside of the ring, following a terrific clothesline over the top.
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, Adrian Flamingo has been eliminated!
After a few moments, Flamingo is able to get up to his feet, and he looks back into the ring to see that the action has continued on without him. He sighs slightly, and then slowly makes his way to the back just as the action erupts once more. Brimstone and Thunderkiss launch into yet another series of vicious strikes, while Jake and BK start teaming up on AK. Jonny and Freeman begin going at it, and the fans focus on them for a few moments as they exchange strikes, until eventually Freeman lets loose an incredibly high dropkick, which knocks Jonny into Jake. This breaks up Top Draw’s double-teaming, and now Jake and Jonny are going at it once more. AK and Freeman likewise begin to fight, simply because they were very close to one another, and BK wisely steps aside and takes a few breaths.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: BK looks to be quite exhausted.
Maxwell McNally: Well who wouldn’t be in this situation? He’s just playing it smart and gathering up his energy.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: He better gather it quickly; I’ve got fifty bucks riding on him.
Now the attention is switched over to Thunderkiss and Brimstone, who seem to have traded in their striking strategy for the benefit of actual wrestling moves, as evidenced by Brimstone’s out-of-nowhere usage of the Tiger Suplex he has been so fond of as of late. TK struggles up and Brimstone charges at him and launches himself forward for a Samoa Joe-esque kick to the face, and then rises once more and throws himself onto TK with a senton.
Maxwell McNally: You might have bet on the wrong guy, Eddie! Look at all of that ENERGY!
Directly after the senton, Brimstone rises and lifts TK up, and then charges at the ropes and flies back for a clothesline; but just as quickly as his momentum came, it’s gone, as TK ducks the proposed clothesline and yet again Brimstone is thrown over the ropes, and yet again he catches himself at the last second. This time, however, he is prepared to take more action, and so he instantly headbutts TK and climbs through the ropes, then knocks TK’s legs from under him.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: …well, uh, energy alone never won this match!
As McNally silently chuckles to himself, we briefly shift over to AK and Freeman, who have now been joined by BK. They have a brief three-way brawl, until eventually BK sees Jonny trying to throw Jake out from the corner of his eye, and he instantly charges over and pulls Jake back in, but not before delivering a kick to Jonny’s midsection. Freeman and AK reenter their scuffle just as Brimstone elbows TK in the side of the head and pushes him into the corner. He then grabs him in the suplex position and puts him onto the top turnbuckle, and then headbutts him again.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Wait, what’s he…?
Maxwell McNally: Is he going for the Blade Runner?
Brimstone knows it’s not a good idea even before he takes that fateful leap onto the top rope. The irony of the matter, however, is that it was not his fault that the plan didn’t work. For, the moment before he was going to leap at Thunderkiss with his enziguri kick, Freeman just so happened to bounce off those ropes, throwing off Brimstone’s balance and causing him to fly into TK, who grabs him midair on his shoulders. But Freeman didn’t bounce off the ropes without a reason; no, he bounced off of them because he was building up speed to as to clothesline a weakened AK. And the moment that he slams into her at the edge of the east side of the ring, TK throws Brimstone behind him on the west side. AK lands hard on her back, but Brimstone goes through the brief suffering that is hitting the security barrier, and both competitors hit the ground at the exact second.
Philip:: I… ladies and gentlemen, BOTH Atomic Kitsune and Brimstone have just been eliminated! We are down to the final five!
”Fast” Eddie Edison: WHAT!?
Maxwell McNally: I can’t believe it! Two of the odds-on favorites to win this entire thing have just been eliminated!
”Fast” Eddie Edison: The tide has surely changed now!
AK gets up slowly and looks back into the ring, meeting the eye of a clearly excited Freeman. She suddenly looks incredibly tired, but she’s not sour about the outcome and smiles quietly, leaving the arena just as quickly, quite pleased with what she was able to accomplish. Brimstone, on the other hand, does not get the opportunity to leave peacefully, as he gets up with a tremendous ache in his back to the loud obscenities hurled at him by Thunderkiss. The latter proceeds to do some “suck it” gestures, and this prompts Brimstone to shake his head and angrily begin to head up the ramp. But the moment that the obscene behemoth turns around, he falls victim to a clothesline from BK, which is almost able to take him out of the ring.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Oh, the big man’s hanging on!
Seeing that the chance to eliminate Thunderkiss has finally arisen, Jake charges at him and BK to help out his partner, but seconds before he can reach them, Freeman tackles him and begins to lay waste into him by delivering a series of rapid punches.
Maxwell McNally: Where did that come from?
”Fast” Eddie Edison: The International Champion must have lost some sort of bet, or something…
BK sees this attack from the corner of his eye, and so he instantly charges back and kicks Freeman’s gut, throwing the aforementioned champion off of Jake and to the ground a few feet away. Thunderkiss is just able to recline himself back into the ring, when Jonny suddenly runs out and headbutts his chest Zidane-style. Thunderkiss recoils from the attack, and then angrily slams his elbow into Jonny’s shoulder, and then grabs his arm and snaps it a few times before using it to launch Jonny into the ropes. Jonny comes running back, and TK ducks down just a bit too late, as Jonny is able to stop, pause, and then kick Thunderkiss hard in the face!
”Fast” Eddie Edison: HIS FACE, HIS FACE, HIS PRETTY FACE!!!
An equally bewildered TK grabs his face, and then angrily charges at Jonny and begins to strike him completely at random, ironically causing the latter to be unable to guess the next strike, or block it, for that matter. In the meantime, Freeman is able to block one of BK’s kicks, and is also able to lift him high up and throw him at the ropes, although not high or far enough to throw him over said ropes. Freeman then pushes Jake away from him and charges at BK. He grabs his legs and tries to throw the former World Champion over, but said former champion is able to hold onto the ropes.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Jason Freeman sure is aiming for the big guns now, isn”t he?
Maxwell McNally: Well I guess someone has to eliminate BK?
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Not if he wins!
Maxwell McNally: Right, right, your bet.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Darn right my bet. Go BK, go!
Jake becomes Edison’s saving grace in a matter of seconds as he runs at Freeman and throws him away from BK, and then helps to pull his partner in. Freeman takes a brief breather, but is forced to step to the other side of the ring as Thunderkiss and Jonny battle through him. Thunderkiss ducks a strike from the multi-time Tag Team Champion, and then lifts him onto his shoulders. Jonny is able to slide off and grab TK’s gut, but the Entertainment Champion will have none of it, and so he elbows Jonny in the face, spins around, lifts him high up into the air for the Heaven’s Door, and then launches Jonny over the tope rope with an incredibly show of strength!
Maxwell McNally: Look at him fly!
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, Jonny Spade has been eliminated!
”Fast” Eddie Edison: We’re down to our final four, Max: it’s just up to BK, Freeman, Jake, or Thunderkiss to win this thing.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 16:02:41 GMT -5
And the four men inside of the ring now that this is true. All of them are conveniently placed on various sides of the ring, save for Top Draw, who stand together in the south corner of the ring. They all exchange knowing glances, and then instantly launch into action, and for a brief moment, it turns into a tag team scuffle. Eventually, however, following a successful dropkick from BK to Freeman, the mob is broken apart, and Thunderkiss and Jake focus on each other while BK continues to extract his wrath on the International Champion. Said champion refuses to have any of it, however, and so he kicks BK in the gut and then grabs him for the Glory Driver, and nails it perfectly.
Maxwell McNally: Ooooh, that’s gonna sting in the morning!
”Fast” Eddie Edison: No, no, you’re looking at the winner of the battle royale right there, he can easily take that punishment.
We don’t really get to see whether this is true or not, however, as Freeman notices Thunderkiss and Jake fighting incredibly close to the ropes, forcing him to abandon the weakened BK and fly into Thunderkiss, who is sent over the ropes but not to the ground, to the mass chagrin of those in attendance. Freeman hammers on Thunderkiss’s back, but the Entertainment Champion headbutts him quickly and reenters. Jake attempts to dropkick both of them, but his legs only manage to hit Freeman, and so Thunderkiss is able to lift him up and begins to punch at him randomly. He then lifts him up and throws him over the ropes, but yet again someone is able to hang on with one hand.
Maxwell McNally: Oh that was a close one for Jake!
As if BK has the ears of a bat, he charges over the moment McNally states this, and throws Freeman to the side, along with Thunderkiss. This is only meant to be a brief distraction, however, allowing BK to pull Jake back in, but he struggles for a moment, although not physically. He extends his hand, but keeps it just out of reach of Jake.
Maxwell McNally: What- what’s BK doing here?
”Fast” Eddie Edison: I think… I think he’s going to eliminate Jake! Jake sees the determination to win in BK’s eyes, and he clearly begins to worry. But unbeknownst to them, both Freeman and TK are standing tall behind them. They exchange a brief glance with each other, and then run at BK and Jake, trying to throw them over the ropes.
Maxwell McNally: Top Draw is going to be elimin---
”Fast” Eddie Edison: No, wait, they’re fighting back!
The moment that BK elbows TK in the face, Jake is able to slide in under the ropes and rise up to headbutt Freeman. He exchanges a brief “I would’ve done the same thing” glance with BK, and then Top Draw instantly begins to fight both men off, conveniently fighting them into opposite sides of the ring. Jake grabs Freeman and nails him with the Jakie Drop just as Thunderkiss gets hit with a vicious Shades of Michaels kicks. Both tag team members grab their respective opponents and launch them to the other side of the ring, and then charge after them. The moment that Freeman and TK both recoil from the ropes, however, they’re met with a pair of clotheslines, sending both over the top rope to the ground below!
Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, both Jason Freeman and Thunderkiss have been eliminated! We are down to our final two!
”Fast” Eddie Edison: IT’S TOP DRAW, IT’S TOP DRAW, IT’S TOP DRAW!!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 16:03:45 GMT -5
Maxwell McNally: The Final Two, ladies and gentlemen. Only one of these men can walk out of here tonight as the Fallen Heroes Battle Royale winner! And regardless of partnership or friendship, I’m sure that that’s exactly what both men want to be!
The crowd in the Tokyo Dome should by rights be completely hoarse, but somehow they are finding the energy to keep cheering. Jake and BK take a moment or two to comprehend their situation properly, and they each take a step back.
So much has happened between them in the lead-up to this match… and now, it’s all about them. Jake regards BK, and BK looks at Jake; neither has to explain to the other what they’re thinking. Each knows what victory in this match means to their closest friend in ACW… and that’s what makes the crowd’s neck hairs stand on end.
It’s BK who moves first to break the tension; he finds an amazing amount of speed considering what he’s already been through in the match, and knocks Jake over cleanly. Jake rolls to one side, anticipating BK to follow through – but instead BK pivots around and takes an aggressive fighting stance, challenging his partner to come and fight for the prize, face to face. Jake smiles momentarily as he rises; he keeps his guard up, but he wants to win cleanly and with honor… he just hopes that BK wants the same thing.
BK’s momentum has taken him close to the ropes, and Jake closes the gap between them, doing his best to prevent BK from moving to a more secure position. Ducking a powerful swinging punch, Jake gets to one side of BK and lashes him with a fast roundhouse to the ribs; BK grimaces, and Jake keeps focusing in on that spot, circling around on the lightest of light feet. He strikes two or three times, but BK hasn’t stopped thinking despite experiencing increasing pain, and as Jake moves between BK and the post, BK launches himself forward and carries Jake into the turnbuckle as fast as he can. Jake gasps from the impact, and BK immediately sets about trying to wear down what remains of Jake’s energy.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Look at BK go, it’s like watching some kind of machine out there!
Maxwell McNally: Jake’s taking a beating, but that kind of exertion’s going to leave London vulnerable once the adrenaline troughs…
McNally is right; BK pounds on Jake for around 30 seconds, but as he tries to lift his dazed opponent he hesitates momentarily as his body struggles to get sufficient reserves of energy mobilized. Jake grabs the opportunity with both hands; he gets his feet against the turnbuckle as BK attempts to lift him, and kicks against it so that he makes BK pitch over backward. Jake ends up mounted over BK and the crowd roars as Jake batters his opponent around the head and shoulders.
BK’s head spins for several seconds, and Jake jumps off just before BK is able to smack him back in response. With the crowd getting louder and louder, Jake does all he can to mask his fatigue and waits for BK to get on to one knee before dashing forward and going for his running step-up Enziguri. BK ducks it by millimeters, and Jake continues on to the ropes; he rebounds and this time is successful with a running headscissor takedown. Rolling underneath the ropes, Jake gets on to the outside of the apron and grabs BK as he stands up; safe from the risk of elimination, Jake leans back and tries as hard as he can to haul BK over the top rope.
Maxwell McNally: Is Jake serious? BK’s far heavier than he is, he can’t possibly expect to shift him.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Uh, well it looks like no one’s bothered to explain that particular law of physics to Cheng… check it out!
Indeed, Jake has one arm hooked under BK’s, and with gravity conspiring against him, BK is struggling to keep his feet on the mat. Jake wrenches backward; BK punches Jake in the ribs with his free arm, but Jake just sucks it up and leans back even further. BK’s struggling begins to become more violent and slightly more panicked, and Jake decides to give it everything; he kicks off and throws himself off the apron, hanging on to BK for all he’s worth-
”Fast” Eddie Edison: This is it, this is IT!
-And BK is upended over the top rope and for a split second finds himself staring at the cold floor beneath the ring. Instinct kicks in and he hooks on to the middle rope with his feet; Jake dangles for a second as his movement is arrested, then has to concede and lets go, dropping to the floor on the outside and leaving BK bent over the ropes, half inside the ring and half outside it.
Maxwell McNally: So close! And Jake hasn’t given up yet!
At once Jake nips up and slides back into the ring; BK just as quickly disentangles himself from the ropes, and the two men dash at one another and meet close to the centre in a jarring clash. BK knocks Jake backward, but Jake performs a backward roll to rise straight back to his feet, and BK is left wide open to a mighty dropkick as he advances. Jake kips up, and sees that BK has staggered backward; he throws himself into a second dropkick, this time aimed higher, and BK flails slightly as he moves further back, again close to the ropes. Jake signals with a raised hand and then thunders forward, going for the third consecutive strike; he leaps as high as he tired legs will take him, and connects with BK’s cheek as BK turns his head to defend himself. He grips the top rope and just barely holds on, leaving the crowd breathless.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Wow! Jake entered this match significantly later than BK, and he’s really making that advantage count!
Maxwell McNally: Yes, but “nearly” doesn’t cut it in the Fallen Heroes Rumble, Eddie, and I sense a BK London comeback any second now…
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 16:04:47 GMT -5
Jake’s chest heaves as he rises; he shakes his head, but doesn’t have any time to ruminate further – BK’s expression has solidified into one of cool resolve, and the crowd gets noisy as the Prodigy moves close to Jake and initiates a grapple. The two men struggle for a few seconds, and then BK gets the upper hand and performs an overhead belly to belly suplex. The whole ring shakes at the impact, but BK’s just getting started; he rises at once, gets behind a groggy Jake, and immediately follows up with the Blue Thunder Bomb (backdrop lift to Powerbomb). Jake is looking weaker by the second, and BK stands and draws a thumb across his throat to indicate that it’s time for him to bring the match to its conclusion. With the crowd hyped, BK moves into position and executes a perfect London-plex, triggering a wave of camera flashes guaranteed to send any unwary epileptics into spasm.
Maxwell McNally: Three huge moves in succession… there’s no way Jake can come back from this now, surely.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Woo-hoo! My bet’s going to pay off handsomely… no disrespect to Jake, of course.
BK gets up and sees that Jake is barely moving on the mat. He lifts his opponent up, and lines up with the ropes, not wanting to risk hurting Jake in the process of eliminating him. But once he’s got Jake positioned, things start to go wrong; Jake is more conscious than he’s letting on, and with a flick of his legs he gets out of BK’s grip and lands behind him. BK spins around, caught offguard, and Jake lets fly with an enormous superkick- but BK leans backward, causing Jake to miss, and then sends the crowd nuts with a Shades of Michaels of his own. Jake collapses, and BK breathes hard, shaking his head very slightly. He moves in to pick Jake up – but Jake rolls over, and stands on shaky legs, adopting a defensive position. BK raises his eyebrows, and moves forward; the pair exchange another series of blows, and the constant pressure tells on Jake, so that BK is able to hit him with an uppercut and then the surprise variant of the Shades, snapping Jake’s head back.
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Edison: Goodnight, Vienna! That has to be game set and match to BK-
Maxwell McNally: It’s not over til it’s over, Eddie…
Jake stumbles back into the ropes; a simple clothesline now would almost certainly take him over, but BK can scarcely believe that Jake hasn’t been KOed already, and wants to be absolutely sure that his opponent is finished. Jake’s instincts tell him that the ropes represent danger, and so he takes a few woozy steps forward; BK moves to meet him, and then gathering his strength he whips Jake at short range into the ropes he’s just left. Jake rebounds and BK throws him upward; the place explodes as BK puts everything into the Guillotine Shades of Michaels…
…but if anyone knows BK London, it’s Jake Cheng, and even as he falls he ducks and covers his head so that BK’s foot grazes off of his temple as he drops. BK slides past Jake, and as Jake hits the mat, crouched, he kicks into what can only be described as a handstand, connecting both his feet beneath BK’s chin with incredible force. BK is thrust upwards and outwards, and pitches over the top rope in a full 360 degree spin…
Maxwell McNally: SWEET LORD!!
”Fast” Eddie Edison: Edison: No, NO, this can’t be happening!
The noise blots out almost everything for Jake, who is by now so fatigued that he’s losing track of the passage of time. He listens for the bell, but that sweet sound eludes him. He doesn’t need to look behind him to know what’s going on.
BK clutches the top rope with a look of true pain; his eyes are almost glazed, and he can barely support himself. Time seems to slow to a crawl as he hauls himself up; he sees Jake stand, turn on one foot, needing only to deliver one hit of sufficient force to extinguish BK’s last ounce of resistance.
The next few seconds are destined to be re-played in slow motion by fans for a long time to come. As Jake rushes at the ropes, BK grabs the top rope and gets his feet to the apron. He leaps up on to the rope and takes flight, passing right over the top of Jake. The crowd is seemingly shocked into complete silence for the split second that BK twists and connects the modified Air Force One to the back of Jake’s skull.
Jake doesn’t remember anything about the fall… and neither does BK. The crowd goes utterly berserk as Jake pitches forward and slams face-first into the outside mats, and BK is out for the count as he collapses inside the ring.
Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen… your winner, earning himself the right to challenge for the ACW World Title at Omega Effect III… BK LONDON!!
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 16:05:07 GMT -5
The fans manage to almost completely obliterate BK’s theme as it hits. The referee team, who are collectively looking pretty tired themselves, still move fast to attend to both winner and runner-up. BK is the first to come around, and as realization dawns, he slowly gets up and raises an arm to the crowd.
His personal celebrations, however, are not foremost in BK’s mind; as soon as he sees the ringside staff gathering around Jake, he slides out of the ring, his much strived-for victory forgotten in a moment. Only when Jake is brought around to the medic’s satisfaction does BK’s smile return, and he helps his long-time tag team partner up. Jake looks incredibly tired; he at once clasps hands with BK in congratulation, but it’s a bittersweet moment for both of them, in different ways.
The crowd keeps cheering through all of this, and BK insists on taking a bow alongside Jake before they both head to the back.
The Sole Survivor has finally lived up to that illustrious title….
Fade to commercials.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 16:07:52 GMT -5
Match 4: ACW World Title Match Senator Steve Phillips vs. Wyvern (Credit: Starkweather) The crowd, hot as all-get out from the previous match and still waiting for the main event of the evening, went bonkers when the intro to “Trip Like I Do” buzzed itself into being on the speakers. As the intro worked itself into the drum ‘n’ bass section of the song and Filter’s front man’s wailing voice sounded over the speakers, red flares shot up from the ACW stage and the challenger, Wyvern, took the stage. He wore something unusual for his ring attire, a pair of long black tights with his ring boots pulled up over the bottoms of them and a pair of kneepads just over the top of his boots. He wore an “Expect the Unexpected” shirt, his own merchandise of course, but as he walked down the ramp he jogged a bit and peeled the shirt off to throw into the audience to expose his chest. The camera caught sight of the back of his trunks, violet lightning in the form of a pair of wings on the back of his trunks arcing down the legs to outline a pair of W’s made of lightning. Phillip Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is set for one fall, and is for the ACW World Title! Introducing first, from Tacoma, Washington, he weighs in at two hundred and ten pounds… WYYY-VERRRN! He slid into the ring as the crowd came to their feet once more, scaling the middle rope and raising a hand to the crowd with a straight, determined face before hopping off the turnbuckle and jogging across the ring to test the top rope’s tensile strength with a duo of quick, hard tugs. Wyvern’s music faded away in a few seconds and was replaced by a darkening of the arena lights as the Alphatron flickered to life. A man who looked remarkably like an MSNBC anchorman was shown, the phrase “And that, my friends, is nothing…. But the truth!” scrolling continuously on the news ticker below him. Anchorman: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. We interrupt your scheduled programming for this special announcement. His image, helmet hair and all, faded away into a waving American flag as Eye of the Tiger’s “dugga-dugga-dugga-dugga” intro brought the audience’s attention back to the entrance. As the song began in earnest after much fanfare, the Senator himself walked out onto the stage. He wore his red, white and blue wrestling shorts with red knee pads and white ring boots, his title belt around his waist with both hands resting on the upper rim. As he walked to center-stage he raised his hands with twin V-for-victory signs and at the very same moment a foursome of air-powered cannons launched confetti and ticker tape into the audience in all the colors of Ol’ Glory. He wore a steady, confident smile as he walked purposefully down the ramp, the camera then flicking over to a rather serious-looking Wyvern standing with his back to the corner and flicking a stray hair out of his eyes. McNally: Truly a contest not of skill versus will, but skill versus skill. These two men know one another top-to-bottom, Senator and Wyvern are two of the best in the business when it comes down to straight-up technical wrestling, and this should be a contest for the ages. Edison: Man, this reminds me of… Some movie. That had a Survivor song and a brash, overconfident guy in red white and blue… Man, what was that movie? It’s right there.Phillip Jones: And his opponent! From Washington D.C., he weighs in at one hundred and ninety-five pounds, he is the ACW World Champion… “SENATOR”… STEVE… PHIIIILLIIIIPS! The crowd broke into applause as Phillips jogged up the ring steps into the ring and removed his title belt before holding it up while scaling the turnbuckle, his other hand up thrust in another V sign as he took in the adulation of the packed house, the crowd of thousands of Japanese fans applauding the champion before settling back down as he walked to the middle of the ring and handed the referee his title belt. Wyvern walked to the middle of the ring too, Phillips extending a hand after the ref explained the rules and Wyvern hesitating for a few seconds before returning the handshake. The duo walked to opposite corners, Senator shadow-boxing the turnbuckle as Wyvern simply waited, and as the bell rang they circled one another. They locked up, collar and elbow style, and wrestled for a few moments before Wyv gained the upper hand and locked in a Side Headlock. Phillips countered with an MMA-style lift and drop, he ending up with his hands around the challenger’s waist. Wyvern pivoted out of it into a sitting position, reaching down and forcing open the clinched fingers to whirl around and slap on an Arm Wringer which Phillips countered expertly with a quick step-pivot of his own to try and make it into a Top Wristlock. He forced Wyvern back down to the canvas and attempted to roll him over for a submission hold, bu he rolled forward with the pressure of the hold and stepped back as Senator backed up. The crowd applauded the exchange, and they sized one another up before circling the ring once more. McNally: This is the feeling-out period of the match, like maneuvering pawns across the field in a chess game. Feeling out the opponent, determining what part of the body to try and work for the end-game, or in this match the later minutes.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 16:09:30 GMT -5
They locked up once more but Phillips was a bit too quick, kicking Wyvern in the gut and forcing him down to one knee with a foot before grabbing his arm and flipping him down to attempt a Cross Armbreaker. Wyvern fought away at it, holding his arm tight, and eventually got to roll backward out of it and float over the Senator to wrap around with a grounded Front Facelock. Senator forced himself up to his knees and took Wyv over with a Fireman’s Carry that planted him square enough to float over himself and attempt the Stepover Toehold. Wyv rolled away before he could start the rotation to the submission and got to one knee, ready for Senator to attack, but the champ just smiled and stepped back to let him get back up.
Edison: He’s just toying with the boy!
McNally: Give Wyvern more credit than that, he’s been countering Senator quite a bit in the opening minutes of this match. But Senator is renowned for his mind games, and even friendly ones seem to be quite effective from the champ.
Wyvern just dusted his shoulders off and got up once more, and just before they locked up once more he kneed Senator in the gut and haullllllled back before ROCKING the champion’s head back with a European Uppercut. Senator staggered back into the ropes as the crowd rustled, Wyvern adjusting his elbow pad as Senator rubbed his jaw and blinked twice at him. Wyvern mouthed the words “eyes on the prize” with a bit of a grin as it was then Senator’s turn to brush off his own shoulder, loosening it up a bit before starting forward again. They touched hands as if to try a test of strength but Senator drew Wyvern into a quick knee to the stomach by one hand, drawing him down hard with a Top Wristlock-style takedown, then dropping a quick leg with a short shout of pain from the challenger before he rolled Wyvern over onto his stomach before applying a Fujiwara Armbar. Wyvern inched over to slip his toe over the ropes and Senator made a clean break as the ref told him to, he stepping back and taking Wyv up by the head and backing him up into the ropes.
He whipped him across the ring and ducked under him as he jumped over him, scrambling up in time to take down the challenger with a jumping Calf Lariat. Wyv’s head bounced off the canvas as he went down and he sat up, grabbing the back of his head, and the champ was quick to follow it up with a Soccer-style kick to the small of his back.
Wyvern arched it and rolled away, and Senator pulled him up by his arm to twist it into the ground and land Wyv awkwardly on his shoulder. That was followed by an attempted Key-Lock, but Wyvern managed to throw a duo of elbows into his chin to roll out and rush right back in with a Knee Lift into his gut. He went for a quick Vertical Suplex but Phillips landed on his feet behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and taking him over with a low-angle German Suplex, the first in the Senatorial Series! He turned over as the crowd came to its feet and went for the second part but Wyvern grabbed the ropes, stopping the Series. He elbowed Phillips in the side of the head and backed him up a half-step, turning around and attempting a Clothesline. Senator reversed it as well, picking him up for a sheer-drop Back Suplex, sep 2 in the Series! Wyv struggled up as Phillips rolled back to haul him back to his feet, but try as he might he couldn’t fight the last part, the Full-Nelson Bulldog. Senator rolled him over for a quick two, but the kickout was mandatory.
Wyvern sat up, seemingly getting his second wind, and as Phillips drew him back to his feet he backed him up into the corner to trap his arms behind the ropes. The ref counted to three before he backed up, making a clean break, but as Senator came out of the corner he caught him unawares with a kick to the stomach. He tried to catch him with a quick Snap Suplex but met no success as Senator shoved him to the mat and then rolled him backward to his feet, pushing him off into the ropes and telegraphing a Back Body Drop. Wyvern backed into the ropes to try for a Lariat, but the champ ducked under his arm mid-swing and powered him up to drop him with a modified Schwein known as the Polarizer! The crowd applauded the counter, and the challenger rolled senselessly to the side after being dropped on his head.
McNally: Masterful counter, there! The Senator definitely has the advantage in the experience department, and he is currently squarely in control of this match. Wyvern can’t seem to string two punches together, much less an effective offense.
Phillips got to his feet in short order, not bothering to pin, rather seeking to capitalize on his opponent’s overshot. He pulled the challenger to his feet and applied an Arm Wringer, turning with it and giving a Shoulder Armbreaker before twisting it once more and pulling him down into a kick to the face and then an Axe Kick to his shoulder, forcing him to the canvas. He then gave him the Back Ipponzeki Shoulder Throw and rolled through with it into an expertly applied Cross Armbreaker, Wyvern’s feet kicking as his elbow telescoped dangerously. He fought the pain enough to force himself up, the only counter he could use, using his leverage to force the champion to break the hold or be pinned after a quick two. The crowd applauded the move series and the subsequent escape, Wyvern a bit slower to his feet than Senator and holding his left arm.
They circled once more, Senator continuously looking for a hold on that arm, Wyvern making sure he didn’t get one. Senator and Wyvern looked to lock up but Wyvern chopped Senator in the chest, Phillips backing up a bit and then blinking before lighting Wyvern the fuck up with a slap that the kids in the nosebleeds could hear, right across the chest. Wyvern danced back, into the ropes, and Senator used two, three more awesomely loud knife-edged chops to rock him back before whipping him into the opposite ropes and took him down with a Spinning Side Kick followed quickly by a Flashing Elbow, complete with kissed hands on one knee at the end as the adrenaline flowed. He went for a cover but the kickout was at the tail end of the two-count, and he pulled up the reeling Wyvern to receive a handful of rights into the gut as a repayment. He doubled over and the essentially one-handed challenger powered him up onto his shoulders… And began to spin. And spin.
And spin.
And spin.
The crowd responded with a Japanese “Ohhhhh!” as he did and came to their feet.
Edison: The Airplane Spin! Shades of… A whole bunch of guys no one remembers!
A full ten, eleven, twelve times did he spin, eventually unable to continue and falling over with the champion staggering to his feet on a burst of adrenaline… To walk into the corner and fall over again. The crowd cheered and clapped for one or the other to come back to their feet. Wyvern did first, but Senator was close behind, and after a wobbly sprint toward him he caught him off-guard with a Lightning Inside Cradle, he kicking out after a loooooong two-count! The crowd’s obligatory “Ohhhhh!” and applause met the exchange, both men hitting their stride and reaching into their reserves.
McNally: Whatever Wyvern throws at The Senator, whatever moves he has up his sleeve for a big match like this, the champion has a counter for! What can the challenger do to unseat his stable mate, the champion, for the title? This is a friendly contest, yes, but these men have been unleashing hell onto one another.
Wyvern got up first by a small margin, he taking Senator by the head and elbowing him before shouting in pain and shaking his left arm. He did it again, with the same result, and with the third swing Senator ducked and Wyv turned a 180. Senator reached across to grab his forehead with a Clawhold and slammed him onto his knee, pulling him back up into a short combo of knees to the head as he held it down, he then trapping his arms in a Straightjacket predicament before driving his face into the canvas with a Liberty Spike! He rolled him over into a pin, Wyvern barely making a kick-out and rolling out of the ring to get his wind back, holding his head and his arm and cursing under his breath as Senator waited patiently for him.
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 16:10:27 GMT -5
He got back up onto the apron and stepped into the ring once more, and Senator came after him but got backed up by a withering kick to the thigh. He stepped back, and returned fire with a kick of his own. He expected the kick to be returned and it was, taking Wyv over him with a Dragon Screw. He pulled him up with a hand around his neck and went to do it once more, but Wyv went for an Enzuigiri… But Senator ducked it and used the momentum to try and go for the Victory Lock III! Wyv struggled against it and powered Senator back using nothing but his leg strength and his will to win, and as Senator used the ropes to regain his vertical base Wyv took off toward the other ropes and charged in only to get tossed over the top rope to land on the apron on his feet. Senator grabbed his bad arm and wrenched it down in a modified Shoulder Breaker, and Wyv rolled back into the ring as a result due to rolling around in pain. Senator pulled him back up and called for the end to the match with a Victory Driver!
Edison: Victory Driver! Here we go!
McNally: If the Senator nails this move, there is no question as to the outcome of this match!
He lifted Wyvern up to drive him down but Wyvern forced him to overcompensate for weight by not kicking up properly, he overpowering him up and losing his balance, dumping him onto the apron once more. He turned around only to get rocked back by a hard closed right to the face that sent him staggering, he turning around in time to be the recipient of a T-Bone Suplex from a newly revived (if not still hurting) Wyvern who was still nursing that injured arm close to his frame. He followed that up with a stiff kick to the back of Senator’s head, a straight-up stomp, he shouting something now at the reeling champion.
He pushed him into the ropes and caught him as he came back with a Sleeper Hold, before he could fully apply it he dragged Senator with him into a Bulldog modification to complete his Downfall maneuver. He picked him up and pulled him into a Double Underhook, dropping him clean with the Piledriver and going for the cover… But Senator’s feet found the ropes and Wyvern slapped the mat and put his hands on his hips.
Senator fought back as he pulled him up with a short series into the gut but as he came up he got a rake to the face for his trouble, and as he staggered away he was pulled back into a Russian Legsweep, Wyvern pulling him up flush, in one fluid motion, into a Reverse Russian Legsweep that drooped him clean on his face. Wyvern made a cut-throat motion and grabbed Senator’s legs as he tried to roll away and forced them to cross, grapevine them and turning him over with the Deus Ex Machina!
McNally: Deus Ex Machina! The tables have turned! But can senator make it to the ropes! Something in Wyvern has switched on it seems, something seems to have ignited inside of him!
Senator shouted in pain but denied the tapout as tempting as it was, he clawing and crawling his way to the ropes… Almost…. His hand wavered over the canvas but he lurched forward to grab he ropes!
But Wyvern wouldn’t relinquish the hold!
The ref started to count!…
One!
Two!
Three!
F--
And suddenly, Wyvern relinquished the hold and stood up stock-still in the referee’s face and said something loudly enough for the cameras’ pickups mics to hear.
Wyvern: I have until FIVE, REFEREE!
The crowd was taken aback by the sudden action on the part of the challenger, this “friendly contest” suddenly and almost sickeningly becoming something quite a bit more. Wyvern turned back after shoving the referee away, who didn’t take kindly to that, and he started laying the boots into the Senator’s midsection before pulling him up and laying into him with right forearms. He whipped him into the far ropes and kicked him dead in the gut with a Knee Lift that sent him head over heels onto the canvas once more. He rolled up to clutch his stomach and Wyvern Dropkicked him in the back of the head before stalking after him, the grim, almost satisfied look on his face quickly replaced by pain as he got a kick in the stomach and a Basement Dropkick , senator racing off the ropes to crash into his face with a flying overhead heel, the Shining Capitol! Both men laid out after the burst of energy, the referee counting up to just before 8 before Senator got back up, shaking his head to get the cobwebs out before looking to the audience and sizing up his opponent to grab him by the head and wrist, threading it before attempting the Filibuster! Wyvern got to his wits just in time, threading his leg behind Senator’s and halting the upward motion, grabbing him by the head and elbowing him in the side to loosen his grip before powering him into the canvas with a Reverse Russian Legsweep counter!
McNally: Well I can venture to guess we can call that the Cloture!
Edison: I don’t get it.
Wyv rolled him over and went for the pin… 1! 2! No, Senator kicked out. Wyv argued the count with the referee before dragging the champion to the ropes and hanging him out on the ropes, choking him by kneeing his head hard and holding the top rope, the ref’s counting met only with threats. He pulled the champ away at the long four count and shoved him into the ropes, kneeing him in the stomach a few times and tossing him into the ring before scaling the top rope and pulling Senator up with him. He pulled him up for an Awesome Bomb-style Deliverance power bomb, but senator ending up wriggling out and sitting on the top rope facing the audience. Wyvern turned around to try something else but caught an elbow for the effort, and Senator dragged him up as he stood and ended up sitting on his shoulders, Wyvern standing on the second rope.
McNally: Uh-oh, there’s not many ways this is going to end well… No. No!
Edison: DANGEROO--
Mid-”dangerous,” the Senator got it into his head that yes, it would be a good idea to NEARLY KILL Wyvern with a Reverse Frankensteiner from the second rope!
Edison: --OOOOOOUSS!!
The Japanese crowd’s “OHHHHH!” and raucous applause met the absolutely frightening view of the challenger’s neck bouncing off the mat, he ending up on his knees only to slump down to the canvas on his face. The Senator, spent, was quite near the corner the’d come from, and the referee started the long ten-count once more. Senator was up, Wyvern was very down…
When, of all people, Umeko Saito stood on the ring apron. The Referee ran up to her quickly, making sure she didn't enter. Showing a great deal of cunning, she was quickly able to distract him by arguing the legitimacy of her incursion. While this was going on, another figure could be seen quickly sliding into the ring. Senator was just getting to the top rope to attempt his Presidential Veto. Just as he raised his V-for-victory sign before sailing off he was rather rudely crotched by someone who was revealed to be… None other than Alexander Starkweather. He grabbed the pained champion by the head and pulled him forward forcefully, until only his feet were draped over the top rope, and then instead of dropping to a sitting position he fell full to the canvas, Senator’s body folding up the wrong way and he falling limp to the mat!
McNally: What!? What is happening? What is happening? I don’t even know where he came from, what is he doing?
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Post by Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune on Apr 28, 2007 16:10:47 GMT -5
As the mad doctor rolled out of the ring and signaled for Umeko to let the referee go, Starkweather hiding under the apron as Wyv regained his senses and got up, staggering over as the crowd soundly booed the goings-on and easily applied the Deus Ex Machina to the champion’s legs. The referee checked on him, lifted his arm once…
Edison: No way!
Twice…
McNally: Not like this… Come on!
Three times! The bell rang! Fans tossed papers and plastic bottles into the ring here and there as the referee, rather confused as to the goings-on, raised Wyvern’s hand as he smirked and glanced at Starkweather and Umeko as they watched from the ramp.
Phillip Jones: Your winner… And NEW ACW World Champion…. WYYY-VERRRN!
The crowd cannot believe what they have borne witness to. In total shock and dismay, the audience in the Tokyo Dome is nearly as quiet as pure silence itself. Meanwhile, the newly crowned ACW World Champion, Wyvern, stands over his fallen, once-stablemate “Senator” Steve Phillips, grasping the ACW World Championship belt, as he points to the title in a mocking manner. Laughing with laughter most maniacal, Wyvern calls for a mic. Wyvern holds the mic up to his face, as he looks down at the Senator, before addressing the prone, former champion.
Wyvern: Ahh ha ha!!! Now the pieces fall into place, and everything has been set in order!
Wyvern laughs manically, as he places one foot on Senator’s sternum.
Wyvern: Senator, you had me going for a while, I’ll admit it! While you went and presented your façade to me, just like the rest of your posse, I sat back. I sat back, knowing I had you all figured out – I’ve been calling your bluffs! Call me crazy, but did you REALLY think I was going to concede my earned chance at glory for nothing in return? Face it, the plans I’ve laid out were set in motion LONG before you and the rest of the stable had a crack at the gold, which is now in my exclusive company!
True to his word, Wyvern has the gold over his shoulder, gleaming just as much as Wyvern is, as the ring starts to get pelted with garbage and other refuse. However, this doesn’t stop Wyvern from continuing on with his diatribe.
Wyvern: Did you really think I wouldn’t care? The Senatorial Stable was an infectious disease, a pox, if you will. I was plagued by it, but unlike the rest, I didn’t give in.
Placing his foot off of the fallen Senator, Wyvern backs up, only deliver a swift kick to the ribs of Senator. This elicits further hostility from the crowd, as security starts to look very nervous, hoping that there isn’t a breach due to the extreme negative reactions.
Wyvern: You all buried me! Taking the greatest acquisition that the Senatorial Stable ever had and ever will, and moving him to the back of queue. How fitting for a politician and his aides, only looking out for one’s own agenda.
Wyvern kicks him again, this time in the upper torso.
Wyvern: Phillips, you disgust me. Thinking you can eat your cake, and have it too…what a fallacy. You’re washed up, had the fluke victory of a lifetime, and now you’re down and out. I’ve got a suggestion for you…quit, while you’re still alive.
Wyvern pauses for a moment. Taking in the moment, he appears to be in a state of bloodlust fused with euphoria. He stomps on Senator’s chest, and kneels upon the former champion mockingly, speaking straight to the unconscious Senator.
Wyvern: You might be asking…why did I really do this? I mean, it’s quite exhilarating knowing I’ve stepped out of the shadows of those who’ve held me down. See, you’ve never really respected me. I was like your…oh, I don’t know…”disciple” who you felt was the most expendable.
Pausing, Wyvern realizes even in his maniacal anger, this fact still cuts him to the core. Nevertheless, he rebounds with even more vigor and venom.
Wyvern: Did you ever see it coming?! I mean, all of your “disciples” got their lion’s share of the prized antelope, if you will, while I got the scraps. I was the sole worker bee, while everyone else reaped the benefits. Don’t you see the inequities? Or does only your accountant at H&R Block see it?
With an open hand, Wyvern slaps Phillips’ face, as the guardrails are shaking due to the fans’ extraordinary longing to tear Wyvern apart.
Wyvern: Face it…you’re a crooked, crooked man. However, let’s face the harsher reality…I’m even more crooked.
Wyvern pauses once again to laugh. His cackle begins to silence those in the arena, mainly due to the security holding their own and restoring order, but also, legitimate fear. Senator’s been in some bad situations, but one would be kidding themselves if they didn’t fear for Senator’s life at the hands of a snapped Wyvern.
Wyvern: You cannot possibly fathom how much I loathe you! You’re nothing more than a warmonger in my eyes. I’ve seen the bills you’ve helped pass; I’ve read and listened to the lies you say in print and in person. I’ve felt the ramifications! You and the Stable neglected me, and in turn, left me for dead!
Anger turns into a very confident bravado, as Wyvern shifts his fluctuating behavior once again. EMTs are standing by the ramp, ready to tend to Senator as soon as Wyvern is done, hoping they can prevent any serious injury.
Wyvern: But, all is not in vain! For you see, in my alliance with Alexander Starkweather, I’ve had the privilege of developing a concrete, foolproof strategy for putting you asunder. Consider him the modern incarnation of Hannibal. Cunning, the “father of strategy” delineated a plot so devious, so malice-filled, that I couldn’t resist! Hannibal has proved me with my thirty silver and no less!
Pointing to the ACW World Title, Wyvern has made it crystal clear what his modus operandi has been, and now with the jig being up, Wyvern looks to be quite relieved in his fury and bravado. He takes a deep, deep breath, before launching into his tirade again.
Wyvern: I’m amazed you couldn’t see it! I’m sure you’re familiar with the story of the one named Iscariot…JUDAS ISCARIOT. While I can’t even begin to put you in the same echelon as that of Jesus Christ, our stories reflect in parallels of sorts. Judas betrayed Jesus, leading him to his imminent capture in the Garden of Gethsemane. The famed Tokyo Dome is OUR Garden of Gethsemane, YOU are the betrayed, the belt is MY thirty silver…I AM YOUR MODERN DAY JUDAS!!! AH HAHAHAHA!!!
Buckling to his knees even more, Wyvern drops the mic as he laughs uncontrollably, as fury, bravado, and elation all combine with his adrenaline to create the most cacophonous laughter heard from the ACW veteran. He rises up, as he looks down at his former “ally”. Wyvern spits on the Senator, as he exits the ring, and walks slowly like a man possessed backstage, while the very satisfied duo of Starkweather and Umeko follow him shortly, leaving the ring clear for the EMTs to storm to Senator’s aid.
The crowd is left almost dazed by the ending of this most emotionally charged show… tonight, Fallen Heroes has surely lived up to its name.
But ACW desperately needs its heroes to rise again… can anyone stand up to the new World Champion and his apparent puppet-masters? Or is the federation destined to be controlled by them entirely?
The ensuing battle shall be fought across the world, as the superstars of ACW set on out on the hardest road of them all… the road to Omega Effect.
How many will survive the journey?
Fade to Black.
End of Show.
OOC: Ending events credit to Wyvern.
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Post by BK London on Apr 28, 2007 16:20:55 GMT -5
Finally, I am 4REAL.
For a short show, it was filled to the rim with awesomeness. Great show.
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Post by hunter on Apr 28, 2007 16:23:43 GMT -5
Short, but awesome. Wyvern's a traitor.
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Post by jonnyomega on Apr 28, 2007 16:26:07 GMT -5
Thoroughly excellent show. The Rumble was excellent and congratulations to BK for winning the Rumble and congrats to Wyvern for his title win. at Latino's last match
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Post by chengling on Apr 28, 2007 16:50:52 GMT -5
Pretty impressive stuff from The Prince there. His segment had a really nice film noir feel to it. I could almost hear the sting music ringing harmoniously through my head.
TK, of course, never fails to disappoint. He's become a true master of controversy, and there's no doubt that you're gonna be entertained when you read his segments, even if you feel very badly about laughing at it afterward.
Incredible segments from AK and Latino right before and after the Latino/Scott match. They did a great job of encapsulating and enriching the full range of emotions and thoughts that must've been running through their heads in those short moments. Very powerful stuff. I've always been impressed by their ability to convey the mentality of a fighter.
Scott's segment was one of his more impressive ones. I could sense the intensity in his demeanor, and his words conveyed the swagger and arrogance that has made him successful thus far.
Wyvern's post-match rant was also incredible. I really did get the impression that he had been holding this grudge against Senator for the longest time and I could feel the sheer relief he was experiencing in just being able to let it all loose. The diatribe was as frank and scathing as you can get.
EDIT: Yeah, I just finished reading the rumble. So many incredible spots, I don't even know where to begin, but the Super Doomsday Shiranui is definitely a good start. I was worried that there would be too much chaotic brawling as we often see in many rumbles, but there was nice controlled chaos, and the writers really capitalized on the fact that there were so many people in the ring at the same time.
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